third day at rutgers

so upon chris daley’s recommendation, i’ve decided to put up a blog about my adventures here in the treacherous and exciting world of new jersey. i’ll try to keep these entries brief and to the point so that people won’t get bored reading about the agonizing pain in which i live every day (simpson’s quote).

the drive

• so tolls in indiana and ohio are really expensive, and the roads suck, which makes me confused as to where the money is going. they have problems with deer jumping onto the highway in ohio, but instead of putting up a fence, they put up an unnecessarily complicated motion sensor system that tells you when the deer is on the highway. heads up!
• i80 in pennsylvania is pretty. lots of trees and hills and really tall telephone lines. we were driving at night, and it was foggy, and it was twisty, and i felt like i was in silent hill. and in many ways, i was (for those of you who don’t know, for the recent silent hill movie, silent hill is placed in–you guessed it–pennsylvania). someday i’ll go back to hersey park and ride that ski lift that explains how michael jackson loves chocolate.
• new jersey is completely different from the rest of the united states in that everone drives at exactly the speed limit, and everyone stays in the right lane except to pass. lanes are wider, so you can drive with your eyes closed, and the most common license plates are new jersey, new york, and pennsylvania. however, i’ve seen maybe 3 illinois plates, which isn’t too bad. i have yet to see a personalized plate. i swear, if i ever have money to burn, i’m getting “hadoken”. if that’s taken, maybe “thrillho”.

and that’s enough for now. let me know what you want me to talk about. here’re some pictures of my apartment.

here’s the exciting living area. i’m the only one here (there’s supposed to be 4. we’ll see what happens…)

i’m the first door on the left. or, from the bathroom’s perspective, the last door on the right. those two combined? the last door on the left, or 23.

here’s my bedroom, with the guitar conspicuously placed. also, that cable across the room is the ethernet cable, which connects to my guitar. in fact, i’m connected to the internet from my guitar right now.